Crashing in Duluth, Minnesota. Took a run on the waterfront. Seems like a cool city, though I’m not really gonna find out in depth at the moment. Nothing good to say. Too tired.

Looking out my fifth floor Radisson window the streets are glowing that urban orange amidst official looking Greek columns and carefully manicured lawns with trees evenly spaced. Something is comforting about it. If only out of contrast from the last week …. there is ethnic food, little coffee shops, music heard in the distance, and there are people chasing their hats down the sidewalks as the 40 mph winds from Superior whip them around like streamers.

Out of the woods. I pissed in a regular toilet, pissed time on the computer, found no ticks on me and ate pizza. These were all revelations of sorts …. surrounded by concrete again … if only for a day before I’m back in the woods.
I will miss that empty beach.

The Matrix is on. It’s become that movie.